Christmas Reflections

Christmas Eve, 2014

The ghosts of Christmas past are present.
I can’t escape them on this special night.
They come, slipping through the fog of memory.

Sitting here on Christmas Eve,
They crowd into the consciousness,
Each begging for attention.

I sit, listening to the music that calls them forth,
And remember why they were important,
And why I miss them on this night.

The years, and Christmases past now are one.
It matters not they are just memories.
What matters is why they were important.

Tonight, as I entertain the ghosts of Christmas past,
I remember them all, but one has a stronger pull than others.
She is the reason I believe, and do miss her still.

Joanie Wigen

Joanie Wigen

She is the one ghost that I welcome into my life,
And hope she never stops slipping through the fog
On a cold, Christmas Eve night.


About Bob Kallberg

Retired reporter. Concentrating now on recounting Joanie's 12 year battle with cancer, a battle she waged with extreme courage, determination and an indomitable spirit, that, for me, serves as an example.
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